7. Rylie Rose
Chapter 7
Rylie Rose
W here the fuck his titties?! I pinched my right nipple and clutched my phone a little too tight as I watched my love fuck the shit out of a woman that I presumed dead in my mind. I should kill this bitch! A voice boomed loud in my head. I shook my thoughts and tossed my phone to the side of me. I ignored the ash from the blunt that landed between my breasts. I continued to take slow pulls from the blunt as I rocked out to ecstasy, thinking about my Octavio.
I would have been had an orgasm if he just took off his fucking shirt and let me see what really got me off when I got in the mood to release. His small B cup breasts and pebbled nipples took me on a ride each time I watched him from my phone. I wondered if he remembered me at his red-carpet event three months ago for his “Forbidden Fruit” launch.
In three months, his porn site recovered over three million filthy subscribers. I planned on putting my film school education to good use once I interviewed for Forbidden Fruit next week. I felt frustrated right now, his beautiful face wasn’t enough for a release. I needed to see all of his body…the things that I wanted to do to him would probably land me right in jail next to my parents.
I’d give all of my savings just to taste and lick all over him.
“Got dammit!!!” I yelled.
I snatched my phone back up and looked around my dimly lit room. My best friend wouldn’t dare invade my privacy unless I called out for her. She’d be willing to fulfill my needs in this moment, but I wanted to fulfil them myself.
“Show me those titties, baby,” I murmured lowly.
My eyes glossed over out of frustration; I wanted him so bad that it felt like I was getting ready to lose my mind. My fingers hovered over the video until my index finger paused it. I slowly traced the contours of his face on the glass. His sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and those deep, knowing eyes that seemed to stare right into my soul.
I wanted to own and possess him, snatch him up by his long, curly hair that cascaded past his shoulders in wild spirals. His mane of hair framed his smooth, golden skin like a work of art. Octavio Decebal was beautiful, too beautiful. Almost unreal.
I zoomed in and focused on the arch of his brows and the curve of his delicious lips. My heart pounded harder in my chest as a tear escaped my heavy eye lids. He has to know that I exist, he should know that he belongs to someone, and that person is I. Rylie Rose! The one and only female that can make him feel the best he’s ever felt.
Once I got him, he’d thank God for me, like I’d thanked God for him since the very first day I discovered him. I forced myself to dream about him at night. I saw our future together. Octavio would soon see it as well. I wanted him to think about me the way that I think about him—constantly, like a sickness that has took over my entire mental.
Seconds later, I became more anxious. I scrolled pass that video only to go to another new video of him with a different woman. His smile seemed soft with her, like he was comfortable and knew her well. I’ll have to look into her too. I thought as I continued to watch him smirk at her. My throat tightened and my breathing became shallow when he plunged deep inside of her. I could almost feel him deep inside of me.
My entire body heated up. I watched Octavio slap his thick and long dick against the woman’s pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I was jealous of how wet she was, and mad that Octavio hadn’t removed his shirt for me to see his prized possession. He slid deeply inside of her then rotated his hips at a perfect angle.
My breath caught in my throat when he lifted his shirt just an inch above his belly button. His hard abs glistened with oil as he plunged deeper inside of her. He’s fucking teasing me! Bastard! That dangerous voice in my head yelled out in anger. I needed a release to calm my nerves, and he was playing around with my emotions.
“SHOW ME!” my voice elevated higher.
I squeezed the bottom of my stomach then pulled it upward. My pussy contracted then gushed as anticipation started to get the best of me.
“I want to see.” I whimpered and moaned out.
My mouth practically watered, it felt like I was getting ready to spiral out of control. I released my stomach then spread my pussy lips a part, I tapped my clit a couple of times then fast forwarded the video clip. Instantly, I grew pissed off. This was the tenth video of Octavio not showing his breasts.
I didn’t understand why the fuck he was being so selfish all of a sudden. If someone had done something to him, I needed to find out in order to fix this bullshit. I mean, once I made him mines, he wouldn’t do the porn thing anymore… but for now, all I could do was fantasize about him. All of his new videos were him covered the hell up. He’d only show his naked bottom; he made sure to cover up what I wanted to see the most.
“Syren!!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Fuck this! Syren would just have to get me off so I could go about my day like a normal person. Syren opened my door quickly, heat flared inside of me as I focused on her plumped lips. My secrets were hers, she knew how much I had a thing for trans-women. I liked the kind that still kept their genitals. Things changed for me when I discovered Octavio on my favorite porn site. He looked like a male but had beautiful features like a woman to me. It dawned on me months later of me watching him closely that he was the one that saved me in grade school when the other kids teased me because of my weight.
They had caught me alone, it was how it always started. I should have waited until lunch was over and held it in. My stomach was always weak, and since I was teased so badly in school. my stomach cramped throughout the day with bad anxiety. I needed a moment to breath, the bathroom always smelled like bleach and fresh pines. It relaxed me, and it was always my safe haven whenever I needed to get away from the kids that had no mercy on me.
If I told my parents, they would have probably hacked into those kids parents accounts and cleared them of their life savings because that’s what my mom and dad did. I flopped down on the toilet and released the breath that I was holding. Soon as my heart rate slowed down, I heard their footsteps.
They giggled and talked amongst themselves, I swallowed down hard and stopped breathing, hoping that they wouldn’t notice me.
“Oh! It’s Tubby Wubby Rylie the pig!” One of them sneered.
My stall door flew open, and before I could question the lock being weak, hands grabbed me. Multiple hands that felt like claws. I tried to scream but one of them placed their dirty hand over my mouth. Maliah never had a real reason to not like me. Each time her and her friends tried to hurt me they’d say things that didn’t make sense, like pre accusing me of things that I never intended to do.
“You want to eat our lunch too, fatty?” Maliah stated as she dragged me by the hair like I weighed nothing.
Someone yanked my arms behind my back as my head hit the toilet seat first. I held my breath before my face was plunged into the cold pissy water. All I could taste was metallic and bitterness as it filled up my nose, my eyes was wide open in shock. I died a little in the moment, then I started to wish that I was dead as more seconds passed.
When they pulled me out, I choked off my own coughs. I collapsed to the floor as I cried silent tears.
“What the hell are y’all doing!” A voice came from the restroom entrance.
I blinked my eyes to clear up my vision, and that’s when I laid eyes on the kid that always got teased for his attire. Octavia…
I took a liking to anyone that was different on school grounds. Today, Octavia wore a pastel pink hoodie that hung off his bony frame. Glitter smeared around his eyes like stardust. He was always alone when I saw him, and in class, he whispered to himself. They called him a freak, or a boy girl. He never cried when they talked bad about him. I never missed the look of shame that crossed his face, or he’d blink his eyes like he was somewhere else.
“Aww look.” One of the girls teased.
“It’s fatty’s fairy godmother! Always in the girls bathroom!”
Octavia didn’t flinch, he calmly walked over and stood in front of me.
“She’s only nine years old! You could kill her.” His soft voice didn’t rise, it sunk down to the floor and comforted me instantly.
“Move! You he-she!” Maliah snapped.
Octavia didn’t move; seconds later they started to hit on him. His hoodie was yanked, the pretty gold hoops that he wore in his ear got yanked out. He didn’t fight back, he laid next to me and accepted his fate like I always did. Finally, I released a loud scream that came from the pit of my stomach. They all ran out of the restroom. Octavia sat up slowly with blood leaking from his lips. He grinned a little and rocked back in forth like he had won something.
“You, okay?” He asked me softly.
I nodded yes, but I knew that was a lie. He helped me up, we didn’t talk at all. We stared each other down like we were both aliens that crashed on the same bizarre planet. It felt like for the first time besides my parents…someone saw me…and it wasn’t because of me being fat. He saw Rylie Rose. I fell in love with him all at once, it was like a tide I couldn’t fight.
He didn’t return to school though, and that broke my heart. Three days later, I found out that his mom checked him out. Maliah and her squad got expelled for bullying. All I had left was his broken gold earring that he lost in the fight, which smelled like metal and hair gel. Most nights I’d hold his earring in my hand and squeeze it, pretending it to be him. Brave… I hoped that one day I’d find him again, to thank him then make him fall in love with me. So we could be ourselves together then protect each other from harm and others who treated us wrong.
I tried everything in my power to let my obsession go with him, but I couldn’t. I even started to date and was currently in a useless relationship with a man that favored Octavio. Rumor has it, Octavio had gotten his breasts removed. I wouldn’t believe that until I fucking saw it. He couldn’t have been that ashamed of himself to do such a fucked-up thing.
I remembered going insane trying to figure out a way into his brother Detavio’s red carpet event. Thanks to Syren, she got me in. I was so close to Octavio at the bar that I could almost taste him on my taste buds. I also got to witness him reuniting with his brothers, while faintly overhearing family secrets. That night, I came on myself in public, not giving a fuck who was near to witness my constant shivering.
“Earth to Rylie! What do you want?” Syren stated, rolling her eyes.
“I’m horny,” I stated flatly.
One thing I didn’t do was waste time to lie and beat around the bush. It’s one of the main reasons why Syren was the only friend that I had. Her small Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Me and Syren met in filming school; she was the first person outside of my parents to understand me better than others.
Syren was selfish, but also very caring if that made any kind of sense. We fucked around whenever I wanted to, but if she declined me to fuck because she was dating someone else, I always respected that. She came from a family of scammers and hackers. I couldn’t help but stare at Syren, her beauty was unmatched. Her blonde hair cascaded around her delicate face.
Everything was perfect with and on Syren, down to her sharp cheekbones and perfectly sculpted nose. She had full natural soft pink lips, her eyes were icy blue and deep. No one would ever be able to tell that Syren was born a male. Her natural lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Her shoulders were slender.
My gaze drifted over the swell of her chest, the way that her thin, silky shirt clung to her breasts, showcasing her gum drop nipples. She could probably smell my arousal through the room. My eyes dropped down to the big bulge in her floral bell bottom pants. I licked my lips and instantly wanted what she was working with inside of me.
“You’re doing that weird shit again.” She smirked mischievously at me.
Her delicate hand drifted down her body and landed on her dick. She gave a light squeeze then pulled her floral pants down enough for her dick to spring out like hydraulics was attached to her balls.
“What weird shit am I doing?” I smirked back at her and laid back until the back of my head kissed the pillow.
I spread my legs wide open to give her the view that I wanted her to take care of. The air in the room massaged my swollen clit as my eyes struggled to stay open.
“I said—” Syren stroked her curved thick dick and stepped further into the room.
“If I give you this—” She released her dick.
“Would you give me more later; you’ve been acting stingy lately.” She talked lowly.
I took in a deep breath; I felt my entire body heat up. It had to be a sin to be this attracted to something so imperfectly perfect. Syren opened her mouth while licking her lips. Spit purposely fell from her plump lips and onto her shaft to moisten it up. She fisted her dick as I eyed the veins in her hands pop out.
“Fuck, Syren…I’ll give you whatever, take off your shirt for me, baby,” I moaned as I slid my index and middle finger along the folds of my wet pussy.
“Remember you said that shit. I don’t fuck for nothing, Rylie.” Her soft angelic voice grew deeper on purpose. She knew that shit turned me the fuck on.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Got dammit!!!!!” I damn near yelled out in frustration.
“You already know who the fuck that is.” Syren rolled her eyes.
“Fuck him, I plan on breaking up with him anyway. I told him already via text, I guess he needs me to tell him face to face. Leave the shirt on and just fuck me real quick so I can release, Syren.” My eyes slanted, filled with lust for her, thanks to Octavio.
“You want to make him wait, while I make you cum?” She licked her lips and chuckled dryly.
“Of course that’s what I want.” I snapped back, tired of the pointless banter that she was trying to conjure up all because she was a jealous, selfish bitch.
“Stand up then,” she taunted out.
I hated being at her mercy, but I needed this release as bad as I needed air. This was the side of me that I hated. Addicted to sex and the high that a powerful release gave me. My body always betrayed me, my mind made nothing but excuses. The voice in my head always told me that it was okay. The hunger constantly gnawed at me. I never craved romance, nor love or even a connection with my sexual partners. I wanted what I wanted and then I’d return back to normal.
After I got my release from Syren, I’d go back to treating her like the best friend she is. Something deep inside of me told me that with Octavio, it would be different. The sick and demented part of me convinced me that he was my cure. Since I couldn’t get my cure, I had to do whatever I could to feed the hunger that didn’t go away.
Right now, I craved the rush of skin against skin, something big and wide plunging inside of me. My bones felt like heated putty. My blood rushed to parts that remained neglected for the first half of the day. I already knew how Syren wanted me. I got a little mad that I couldn’t take the control that I wanted to obtain. I wanted to suck on her full breasts while her dick knocked against my clit.
“Are you wet for me?” She whispered softly, her lips touched against my ear as she pulled my body flush against hers.
“I’m wet for Octavio.” I managed to say in a nicer tone since I yearned to feel her inside of me.
“Tell me to fuck you until you nut all over my dick then, Rylie. Beg for it while your bum ass boyfriend bangs on the door.” She inhaled me deeply.
“Dammit, Syren! Stop fucking toying with me right now?—”
My words cut off when I felt her hard erection press against me. She spun me around, her lips were forceful as her teeth grazed against my lips. She kissed me deep and rough then pulled away. My body cried in response, she pushed me back, I fell on the bed weakly. In seconds, I felt her at my entrance. She entered me roughly, swiftly, her dick felt like it was ripping me apart.
Her hands pressed hard against my stomach as she grounded her teeth.
“Make your pussy breathe, your too fucking tight, Rylie; this shit is choking my dick!” She gritted out.
My muscles released slightly. I wrapped my legs around her round ass and rocked my hips with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Her ocean blue eyes locked with mine as she stroked me recklessly. In seconds, I released. My body shook violently, Syren snatched her dick out of me and released on top of my pussy. I panted with a crooked smile plastered on my face.
“You always nut so fast. You’re like a one minute?—”
I paused from talking as she frowned at me, instantly ready to be on defense about her sexuality.
“I wasn’t going to say man.” I rolled my eyes.
“A one-minute woman.” I winked up at her as she fell to the side of me.
“Thank you, next time, don’t play around with me when I’m in need.” I huffed out.
“Go get a towel for me so I can clean myself and get dressed to talk to this sucker for love ass man.” Dread consumed me.
It wouldn’t be hard for me to tell Ernest that it was over. I just didn’t like repeating myself more than once.
“How about before you cut him off, you ask him to pay your half of the rent this month. I can’t cover for you this month, Rylie…I’m a little broke.” She rolled on to her side to face me.
“Broke? I already told you until I get this job with Octavio, I can’t cough up my half of the rent. I’m not about to fake it until I make it out of a relationship with Ernest just for him to cover my half of the rent. You know my situation and you said you had us both covered.” I frowned.
“I’m not about to argue with you, Rylie. You spend too much time stalking a man that doesn’t even know you exist?—”
“He knows I exist, don’t be jealous, bitch.” I sat up to look down at her.
“Jealous? Of what, Rylie?” Her eyes roamed my curvaceous body.
“I know you not trying to size me up? Because you and I both know that my weight never stopped a hoe from being jealous of my big ass! It never stops you from fucking me either, so let’s not go there?—”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Syren flinched and sat up. Despite her always being slick at the mouth, I hated when fear entered her eyes whenever I yelled or got mad.
“You really need to start back up on your meds again, Rylie. You’re spiraling out of control, and I’m growing worried,” she said above a whisper.
“Just get the fuck out of my room please. I need to clean myself up and come up with a plan to have my half of the rent,” I spat out.
I stood from the bed and walked toward my bathroom.
“Let him in and make him wait in the living room for me. Lock my bedroom door, I do not want him in my room… Syren.”